who are you,little i | e. e. cummings
who are you,little i
(five or six years old)
peering from some high
window;at the gold
of november sunset
(and feeling:that if day
has to become night
this is a beautiful way)
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This is about suicide
What is the figurative language used in this poem
Kind of just a twist on personification. The author here envisions the letter i as a child and the dot as his head, and thus continues to write about what the child sees. So it’s kind of metaphorical personification?
That is one way to look at it. 🙂
This is simply beautiful